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angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2020-09-30 02:31 am
angry_friendship_wolf) wrote2020-09-30 02:31 am
[tri OOM]
Titan-1, Titan-2, and Titan-3. The Bureau would doubtless call his acquisition of them theft, but as far as Gennai is concerned, they are his by right anyway.
The work of Professor Mochizuki and Doctor Menoa Belucci, they had drawn from the kernel of work left behind by Professor Yukio Oikawa, who was -- and who remains -- the only human to successfully construct a Digimon, building himself his own partners in the form of Mummymon and Archnemon.
But Oikawa had been a Chosen once, one of Gennai’s many failed attempts to subvert a prophecy that claimed there would be no peace until the eight true Chosen, the material manifestations of the Crests, and he had modelled his own work off Gennai’s own creations, the eight partner Digimon constructed from the Crestbearers’ data. So, in a sense, Project Titan owes all its successes to Gennai himself.
Its meagre successes. The three Titan Digimon he’d acquired are useless masses of data and energy, unable to maintain a cohesive form. That had been predictable enough: Mochizuki is a lump of ego, unable to comprehend how many orders of magnitude greater than him the task was, and Doctor Belucci, the competent half of the partnership, Gennai suspects has designs of her own.
Gennai knows just how to complete them, though. Mochizuki understood a basic fact that had even managed to elude Oikawa, that only the power of a Crest or the power of Apocalymon could animate a Digimon, but while Oikawa had unwitting access to the latter, Mochizuki had contented himself with stealing scraps of errant power from the sites of battles, hoping to sustain the Bureau’s new weapons on what little excess energy bled off by the Chosen he could salvage after the fact. He had needed a living, viable source, a fragment of power that could sustain itself, not the dying traces of divine power.
“Piedmon.”
The Digimon materialises above him. The last of his little puppets, a piece of Apocalymon he had resurrected from the stores of data in Meicoomon, and by far the most dangerous. The other Dark Masters might have strained against his hold on them, but they hadn’t had the strength of will or the sense of self to resist him in any meaningful way: But Piedmon, first among the dead, the only agent Apocalymon ever granted self-determination to, had creaked and rattled at its bonds every time Gennai summoned him, and right now is no different.
He’s too dangerous to use as a weapon for any prolonged battle. But he would make a fitting power core.
“Split yourself between -- …”
Piedmon’s sword flashes down towards his face. Gennai sidesteps, feeling the blade cut across his cheek, and curls a hand around Piedmon’s arm. He gives the command mentally this time, forcing it into Piedmon’s head. The Digimon struggles, eyes flaring bright yellow, before collapsing into three streams of red data.
They flow into the empty husks of the Project Titan Digimon, and one by one, their eyes light up, and the Analyser attached to Gennai’s wrist starts chirping.
“Kynthiamon, Null-Level Null-Attribute Unidentified Digimon. Hekatosmon, Null-Level Null-Attribute Unidentified Digimon. Astraimon, Null-Level Null-Attribute Unidentified Digimon.”
“There we go,” Gennai murmurs. “And now to find you partners.”
---
“You made what?” Takeru snarls.
Yamato rarely sees him this angry. He shuts one eye, leaning against the wall, watching the rest of the Chosen. Jyou looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself, shuffling in place like he’d rather do anything else; Mimi has her arms folded, looking ready to throw a punch if the situation calls for it; while Koushiro is working at his computer without even looking up, already performing searches and putting in parameters for a simulation.
Takeru reaches forward to take Daigo by the front of his shirt and pull him up onto tiptoes, only for Hikari to tug him back. Neither Taichi nor Sora say anything, but the anger on Sora’s face is visible, even if Taichi is … uncomfortably difficult to read.
“The Bureau has a lot of different projects for a lot of different eventualities. You already knew we weren’t satisfied relying on you for our entire defense against the Digital World,” Daigo says stiffly.
“This isn’t about relying on us, though, is it?” Sora asks sharply.
“No, you made weapons to use specifically against us, and you never even told us about them until you screwed up and let Gennai steal them,” Takeru snaps.
“Of course we did. Ichijouji-kun has a minor Crest, and he nearly successfully conquered an entire world. The fallout from what he did almost managed to destroy multiple worlds,” Daigo replies. “The eight of you are vastly more dangerous. If just one of you were to turn, it would be a catastrophe.”
“He has a point,” Yamato says.
“But now Gennai has his hands on those weapons. We can bet he’s going to use them,” Taichi says quietly.
“Titan-1 and Titan-2, Kynthiamon and Hekatosmon, are made specifically for taking down Yagami-kun and Ishida-kun, to target and exploit their weaknesses while countering their strengths,” Daigo says. “And Titan-3, Astraimon, has a much broader set of abilities that it can use to counter Takenouchi-san, Izumi-kun, Kido-kun, and Tachikawa-kun. If Gennai can get them running, then they could do a lot of damage, and you might struggle to stop them.”
"Amazing," Takeru murmurs. "The Bureau really screwed up this time, didn't they?"
The work of Professor Mochizuki and Doctor Menoa Belucci, they had drawn from the kernel of work left behind by Professor Yukio Oikawa, who was -- and who remains -- the only human to successfully construct a Digimon, building himself his own partners in the form of Mummymon and Archnemon.
But Oikawa had been a Chosen once, one of Gennai’s many failed attempts to subvert a prophecy that claimed there would be no peace until the eight true Chosen, the material manifestations of the Crests, and he had modelled his own work off Gennai’s own creations, the eight partner Digimon constructed from the Crestbearers’ data. So, in a sense, Project Titan owes all its successes to Gennai himself.
Its meagre successes. The three Titan Digimon he’d acquired are useless masses of data and energy, unable to maintain a cohesive form. That had been predictable enough: Mochizuki is a lump of ego, unable to comprehend how many orders of magnitude greater than him the task was, and Doctor Belucci, the competent half of the partnership, Gennai suspects has designs of her own.
Gennai knows just how to complete them, though. Mochizuki understood a basic fact that had even managed to elude Oikawa, that only the power of a Crest or the power of Apocalymon could animate a Digimon, but while Oikawa had unwitting access to the latter, Mochizuki had contented himself with stealing scraps of errant power from the sites of battles, hoping to sustain the Bureau’s new weapons on what little excess energy bled off by the Chosen he could salvage after the fact. He had needed a living, viable source, a fragment of power that could sustain itself, not the dying traces of divine power.
“Piedmon.”
The Digimon materialises above him. The last of his little puppets, a piece of Apocalymon he had resurrected from the stores of data in Meicoomon, and by far the most dangerous. The other Dark Masters might have strained against his hold on them, but they hadn’t had the strength of will or the sense of self to resist him in any meaningful way: But Piedmon, first among the dead, the only agent Apocalymon ever granted self-determination to, had creaked and rattled at its bonds every time Gennai summoned him, and right now is no different.
He’s too dangerous to use as a weapon for any prolonged battle. But he would make a fitting power core.
“Split yourself between -- …”
Piedmon’s sword flashes down towards his face. Gennai sidesteps, feeling the blade cut across his cheek, and curls a hand around Piedmon’s arm. He gives the command mentally this time, forcing it into Piedmon’s head. The Digimon struggles, eyes flaring bright yellow, before collapsing into three streams of red data.
They flow into the empty husks of the Project Titan Digimon, and one by one, their eyes light up, and the Analyser attached to Gennai’s wrist starts chirping.
“Kynthiamon, Null-Level Null-Attribute Unidentified Digimon. Hekatosmon, Null-Level Null-Attribute Unidentified Digimon. Astraimon, Null-Level Null-Attribute Unidentified Digimon.”
“There we go,” Gennai murmurs. “And now to find you partners.”
“You made what?” Takeru snarls.
Yamato rarely sees him this angry. He shuts one eye, leaning against the wall, watching the rest of the Chosen. Jyou looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself, shuffling in place like he’d rather do anything else; Mimi has her arms folded, looking ready to throw a punch if the situation calls for it; while Koushiro is working at his computer without even looking up, already performing searches and putting in parameters for a simulation.
Takeru reaches forward to take Daigo by the front of his shirt and pull him up onto tiptoes, only for Hikari to tug him back. Neither Taichi nor Sora say anything, but the anger on Sora’s face is visible, even if Taichi is … uncomfortably difficult to read.
“The Bureau has a lot of different projects for a lot of different eventualities. You already knew we weren’t satisfied relying on you for our entire defense against the Digital World,” Daigo says stiffly.
“This isn’t about relying on us, though, is it?” Sora asks sharply.
“No, you made weapons to use specifically against us, and you never even told us about them until you screwed up and let Gennai steal them,” Takeru snaps.
“Of course we did. Ichijouji-kun has a minor Crest, and he nearly successfully conquered an entire world. The fallout from what he did almost managed to destroy multiple worlds,” Daigo replies. “The eight of you are vastly more dangerous. If just one of you were to turn, it would be a catastrophe.”
“He has a point,” Yamato says.
“But now Gennai has his hands on those weapons. We can bet he’s going to use them,” Taichi says quietly.
“Titan-1 and Titan-2, Kynthiamon and Hekatosmon, are made specifically for taking down Yagami-kun and Ishida-kun, to target and exploit their weaknesses while countering their strengths,” Daigo says. “And Titan-3, Astraimon, has a much broader set of abilities that it can use to counter Takenouchi-san, Izumi-kun, Kido-kun, and Tachikawa-kun. If Gennai can get them running, then they could do a lot of damage, and you might struggle to stop them.”
"Amazing," Takeru murmurs. "The Bureau really screwed up this time, didn't they?"